SON OF TARZAN
Authors Note: In the series of Tarzan of the Apes, Tarzan and Jane have a son. The series is really old, and kicks ass. BUT. This story is not like the series if you've read it. Or at least I think it isn't. It's my version of the Korak (the Killer) that Tarzan and Jane have in the Disney version, where there was only one movie, and only one adventure. And no, Meriem is not in this.
Chapter One--Korak the Killer
"Alright men! We're here for one month, and one month only. If anybody gets lost, we leave without em!" yelled the burly, tall and tanned Captain of the Sera'viina, a trader's ship headed to the Eurasian continent. It was a fairly nice ship-had nice food, nice people-all in all a fine old vessel. As a group of men walked into the thick new jungle terrain to find fire-wood and maybe something fresh to drink by a river, the Captain looked around in satisfaction. The island had been so convenient to have come by, just when the storage hold was getting low. The crew could gather fire and food, and in about a month there would be enough saved up for the long journey back to London, England. Truthfully, the Captain missed his wife, Rosette. She'd had their daughter while he was on a different voyage, and he was itching to finally meet her. Sophie was the little girl's name. He would have sooner, but he got this sudden job offer to ship some silk to the port of Africa, and couldn't make it home AND accept the job at the same time. Besides, the pay had been rather….Pleasant sounding. He would go back and buy Rosette and Sophie matching dresses, and him a tux, and he'd finally take them to church on Sundays like he'd always said he would. Though to tell the truth he didn't really believe that much in the idea of some creator of all things being up in the sky to watch him all day long…..
"Hey Captain." called out a boyish, childish voice from behind him. He recognized it easily, and gave a little sigh, putting a large square hand to his face, rubbing his eyebrows with his fingers. "What do you want me to do?"
"Watch the ship." he said simply, trying to prolong what he knew was coming. A long talk from an aggravated teenager.
Teenagers were the worst.
Walking up to the Captain, a girl with long dark brunet hair and a glare that could rival a serial killers folded her arms. "I've been doing that for months. What do you want me to watch for? The rats taking a rest in the floor boards?" she said in a lame sort of way. Pulling his hand from his face with a raised eyebrow at the idea, he looked at her seriously, until a small and cheeky little smirk started to appear. "Alright, if you think you've had it with watching the bilge rats, what would you rather be doing?" He questioned jokingly. She stared at him with her usual glower, and he waved at her face with his hand. "Alright alright...". Looking off into the jungle, he thought for a moment. "Well…If you really think you're up to it…Why don't you go get some fruit or something? We're running low on food, and we'll be needing dinner tonight." He said, hoping he wouldn't regret letting her out of his sight. She was the cabin boy. Or rather the cabin girl. None of the crew members really knew about her parents or nothing since she never talked about it, but when she ran on board begging to join, what else could he have done? She had looked like a runaway as it was, and he wasn't going to say no to let her just wander the London streets with all those back alleys and shady figures. He had to remember that one day maybe SOPHIE would be like her. That had been a scary thought, but he had a new respect for women now that he was the father of one and all. The cabin girl's face lit up, and she said "I've been up to it ever since I got on this chunk of sea wood!" and turned, running off. "DON'T FORGET A BUCKET FOR THE FRUIT!" He yelled, but she was already long gone. Shaking his head, he turned towards the captain's quarters. He needed some rest. Managing an entire ship was rather bothersome. And tiring.